Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 19: Suspicious

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"The disaster for the Persians is coming!!" Matonis laughed happily, as if the Greeks would do it.

"It seems that the Persians really want to send us away!" Silos said with some enlightenment.

Or maybe Tisafonis just wants you to think that way. Davers thought to himself, without saying it, he always felt that Tisafonis was by no means simple. After all, his thinking is different from the Greeks of this era. Based on the in-depth contact with Greek soldiers during this period, he found that most of these Greeks grew up listening to the stories of their fathers telling how to beat the Persians, advocating strength, and like fighting face-to-face. Even if they use tricks, they are mostly scheming. In dealing with conspiracy and tricks, their brains are indeed a few less convoluted than the Persians.

Because Daves understands that Tisafonis is a smart politician, his heart is always upset: "Xenophon, do you know our marching route?"

"It's not clear. It was made through discussion by Tisafonis, Clearcus, and Alireus. However, it was definitely not the way to come. Because you know--" Xenophon shrugged: "Your leader, Menon, took the lead and collected a lot of good things along the way. The local Persians hate us... Don't worry, we will go back!"

Collect? I think it's looting! I am afraid that in the eyes of the Persians, we are the invaders! It's a robber! Upon hearing this, Daves always felt a little irritable. He secretly sighed and calmed down as much as possible: "Do you know anything about the mountains, rivers, cities, and roads in Persia?"

"Daves, it’s the first time I went to Persia. In addition to knowing a few famous cities in the book, such as Babylon, Susa, Persepolis, etc., but where they are, I am also I don’t understand..." Xenophon raised a stack of papyrus in his hand and said excitedly: "However, I have briefly recorded what I see every day, and when I go back, I will write them down. Let the Greeks understand the situation in Persia!"

Davers smiled bitterly: Well, I know you will write a book called "Long March" in the future, but it can't solve the urgent problem now.

Where can I find someone familiar with Persian geography? Daves thought distressedly...

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Over time, although the Greek mercenaries and the Persian troops are not close to each other, the soldiers of the two sides will always meet each other when they go to the river to carry water and collect firewood. They often disagree, and fights occur. Disgust on both sides.

A few days later, I arrived at the Phiskus River and met the army headed by another brother of the Persian king Artaxerxes. He came to aid the king, but after arriving, the war had ended, so he had to return with his troops.

Fear of accidents, Clearkus ordered the entire army to be fully armed and guarded in the center to keep the battle column heading west. And this Persian army was not surprised by the Greeks who appeared here, and may have been informed by Tisafonis that they continued to march east. The distance between the two armies is only a few tens of meters, and at a glance, even the appearance and expression of the other side can be seen clearly, and the degree of tension can be imagined.

However, for the first time Daves saw the whole picture of the Persian army: the two-man chariot and the four-man chariot walking at the forefront, with two-horse and four-horse pulls, respectively. One of them is Mitsu, who is responsible for driving the chariot. The other one or two soldiers should be responsible for fighting. You can see the spears, shields and bows hanging on the carriage. There are only more than a dozen chariots, and I have not seen the legendary scythe chariot (that is, the long sharp blade protruding from the wheel shaft), but you can understand after thinking about it. The scythe must be detachable, otherwise it is easy to march. Hurt yourself.

The cavalry was followed by the chariot. Most horses have a height of about 1.4 meters, which is obviously shorter than the horses seen in the Olympic Games in Davos's previous life. They have bridles, but no saddles, and of course no stirrups. They only have a thick blanket on the horse's back. The cavalry on horses, some wear helmets, some only have soft caps, without leather armor and heavy shields, and all wear short robes. The weapons in their hands are diverse: horse archers are the most, followed by javelin cavalry, then spear cavalry, and a few with short hammers...

Hundreds of cavalry galloped past, and a huge infantry team appeared in front of you. After watching for a while, Daves found that the marching team of the Persian infantry was mixed: a large shield player, with a shield as high as a person's shoulder, and a shield wide to hide people, followed by a spear player, followed by six or seven. An archer, and then repeat.

This is very similar to the battle sequence of the Persian infantry mentioned by Antonios: the shield hand is the first column when receiving the enemy, and the shield wall is erected to protect the formation. The spearman resisted the enemies who came to fight to prevent them from rushing into the shield wall. The archers in the rear used bows and arrows to kill the enemy in large numbers. Whether it is a shieldman, a spearman, or an archer, they all have a common feature, light armor or even no armor, plus the previous cavalry, combined, Daves can easily make a judgment: The Persian army is a force with excellent long-range lethality, strong mobility, but weak close combat effectiveness. No wonder they were always defeated by the Greeks in battles, because in the face-to-face fighting, their infantry was completely unmatched under the impact of the Greek heavy infantry. The characteristics of the Persian army are more suitable for long-range killing and harassment that are not close to the body, and even larger roundabout maneuvering operations.

The two armies passed by, nothing happened, a false alarm.

After this episode, the troops quickly entered Medea. This land once nurtured the sturdy Medes. The Medes kingdom they founded was once a nightmare for the people of the Mesopotamia. However, hundreds of years have passed and its glory is no longer. The reason is that it has become a little desolate, and the terrain has begun to undulate.

Due to the decrease in market supply, when the two armies set up camps, the fights between each other for resources began to increase...

"Davers, you made this...Tie...The leggings are really useful! I have been walking for another day today. If I used to walk in the afternoon, my calf would be so swollen that I couldn’t move. Don't worry about it now!" Siros sat in the tent, unbuttoning his leggings, and exclaimed.

"Of course, we Daves are the "favorites"! Under the blessing of Pluto, the method he came up with won't work! Now, many of the other team's companions are also learning to use leggings!" Olivers said proudly.

Daves didn't speak, and now he hears a lot of such kind words, and he is even a little numb. He knew very well that these little tricks he knew in his previous life were only used to improve the soldiers' marching conditions and increase his influence in the Menon Barracks, but they would not change the situation of the Greek mercenaries as a whole.

"Davos, it has been spreading in the team these days that the Persians want to act on us and sacrifice us as slaves to the Persian king after we have been captured. Do you think...is this true?!" Corner There was Geogris' voice.

This is exactly what Davers has been thinking about just now. Although there has always been suspicion between the two armies before, such rumors can spread quickly within a day or two, making everyone know. Based on his previous life experience, it is impossible without anyone pushing behind him.

A Persian? Or are we ourselves? Why spread such rumors? Let Hippo’s agreement break? Make the Greeks nervous to collapse? ...Daves didn't have a clue for a while. Faced with everyone's concerned eyes, he smiled bitterly in his heart, but said calmly: "Don't be so nervous, we just need to be vigilant. These days will not be safe. Already!"

While talking, a person got into the tent.

"Martonis, you went out to fight again!" Silos said reproachfully, seeing the bruise on Matonis' face.

Martonis spit out blood and said excitedly: "Don't look at the Persians in wars. Fights are not weak. I, Martius and more than a dozen people beat them, and it took a lot of money. I beat them away with great strength!"

As he said, he sat down on his bunk and rubbed his cheeks, pretending to be mysterious, and said: "I didn't just fight, I also sniffed for a news."

"What news?" Silos asked.

Martonis scanned the crowd and said loudly: "A little further ahead is Cyrus and his mother's fief. I heard that there are many villages there, and they are relatively rich!"

"So we can eat something good!" Olivers yelled happily.

Others are also a little excited. They have not been fed enough for the past few days.